Deep love: insatiable lover

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Mateo pushed open the door and looked at Dylan with a blank look on his face, not knowing for a moment what to say.

-Do you also think I was wrong to keep Vanessa locked up and not let her go?

Dylan looked up and suddenly looked at Mateo and said.

It was the first time Matthew had seen the omnipotent boss show confusion; he seemed to be really thinking about it, thinking about the good of others, thinking about his feelings.

For the former Dylan, this was not an issue.

In front of his boss, Mateo did not know how he should respond, or perhaps sir did not need his response at all.

-I’m coming back.

Dylan didn’t really care what Matthew’s answer was, or if he kept quiet. Mateo couldn’t help but glance back, and was surprised to see the bewilderment on Dylan’s back.

Mateo pursed his lips, unable to describe what he was feeling at that moment.

The car accelerated and soon reached the flat.

-Sir?

The maid, obviously not expecting Dylan to return at this time, was particularly nervous when she opened the door to greet him.

-All right?

-It’s the same as ever,” the maid sighed and said worriedly. Miss Vanessa still says and does nothing, except eat and drink. She feels as if her soul had left her body, and if this goes on, she will get worse and worse.

Although he knew that what he said would probably not be listened to by the master at all, he went back to scolding him out of habit.

-I got it.

Had the answer changed this time?

The maid couldn’t help but look up, but she couldn’t see through Dylan, so she still didn’t understand what he meant by that statement. She asked no further questions, after all, it was her employer’s business and had little to do with her as a maid.

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Dylan nodded his head.

-Then I’ll leave you, sir, if you need anything you can call me, I’ll be in the room.

-Good.

The maid nodded, bowed respectfully and turned to return to her temporary resting place, while Dylan headed for the bedroom, but after grasping the cold doorknob, he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to push it open.

It was as if pushing the door open meant I was letting go of Vanessa.

How could Dylan tolerate that?

After a long moment of tormented silence, large, strong hands still gently turned the lock and the door opened easily.

The situation in the bedroom also got to Dylan a little, and he was not at all surprised to see Vanessa, curled up on the bed, motionless and expressionless, without even a twinkle in her eye.

Like locking yourself in a world that no one else could enter.

-Vanessa.

Dylan called Vanessa’s name softly, but the person in front of him remained unresponsive, except for the uneasiness that slowly clouded her face as he began to approach, eventually turning to panic.

-Vanessa.

Dylan called out to her earnestly, ignoring her screams and struggles, resistance and panic, and approached.

-You can hear me, can’t you?

He just didn’t want to talk to himself, didn’t answer and pretended not to hear him because he resisted.

He just resented the feeling and hated the fact that he couldn’t hold Vanessa’s shoulders and make her look at him, make her respond to him.

But it could not.

Staring at Vanessa in frustration, Dylan didn’t back down, he wanted to continue but in the end he couldn’t take it.

-What should I do?

He didn’t want to let it go, but everyone made him do it.

Vanessa was, and so was Mercedes.

He could have left Enrique or Benjamin alone, but not Vanessa, and not ignored Mercedes’ complaints.

Even if Vanessa gave him a little answer right now, a little answer would make him feel that it was good that Vanessa was by his side and that he could hold on to her.

But…

But Vanessa never replied.

-Just give me an answer, okay? It’s me, Dylan. You see, no one can hurt you around you anymore, you’re safe. Stay by my side, I can protect you.

-So please just answer to me, okay?

-Vanessa.

-Vanessa.

No matter how Dylan called, Vanessa didn’t answer, lost in her own world of horror.

Frustration gripped Dylan.

I was so upset that I couldn’t destroy the whole world.

It had not improved around itself and there was no way for it to get out on its own.

Frowning, he stared at Vanessa, how he wanted her to see reason.

He was angry, moody, furious.

Staring at Vanessa, at the Vanessa who did not respond, it was Dylan who finally felt frustrated and compromised.

-You win.

-Vanessa, it is you who wins.

When he finished, he suddenly smiled.

It was clear that he was smiling, but his heart was indescribable.

It was neither harsh nor bitter, in short, it was very unpleasant.

-I’ll let you go,” said Dylan, having calmed down completely and speaking in a calm tone. I’ll let you go, I’ll let you go back to your loved ones, I’ll let you go back. Are you happy? Answer me if you are happy, okay?

Although she had opted for compromise, Vanessa still did not respond.

-Fuck!

Dylan frowned hard and his last attempt failed.

Well, he let it go completely.

-Tomorrow, I’ll take you home tomorrow morning.

That said, Dylan got up and left.

Dylan knew he was too afraid to confront Vanessa.

He still couldn’t figure out what kind of feelings he had for Vanessa, but it was certain that only in her did he feel so frustrated and helpless.

Wasn’t that enough to prove that Vanessa was special?

It was almost impossible for him!

What Dylan didn’t know was that after he left the room, Vanessa, who had been in shock, calmed down instantly.

He hung his head in silence, staring at the quilt, wondering what he was thinking.

Then, after a long, long time, the corners of his lips suddenly curved into a wry smile.

It reeks of disturbing.

-Sir.

The maid looked with concern at a grim-faced Dylan, who was in bad shape and needed to be adjusted.

Dylan’s mobile phone suddenly rang.

He looked irritably at his desk, at the phone that kept blinking, but he had no intention of answering it.

The maid dared say no more and left in silence.

Dylan’s face was grim, and he felt the urge to hang up the phone, but he finally answered.